Zhang Chen arrived at the square without a sound. At this moment, the prayers of the people on the square had already stopped, and the incense in the burner had burned out. Everyone was sitting anxiously in front of the square, with the Elders looking at each other, a hint of despair in their eyes.
The disciples were anxious, either pacing back and forth restlessly or talking in groups of three or five, loudly venting the suppression in their hearts.
"Strange, I have a doubt in my heart. That Celestial Demon trapped Wu Changming, a being of such caliber, in just one encounter. Why not directly target the ordinary disciples?" Zhang Chen looked at the people in the square and a doubt arose in his heart.
Then Zhang Chen found Xiaodouding, who was standing in the square full of fear and anxiety, like a wounded puppy, with panic in his eyes.
